Darkness in the night, thunder, torrential rain, muddy water meandered all over the ground. The raindrops "snapped" on the ground one after another, and the flowers exploded.

In the man's sight, long, thin trees moved rapidly in the darkness. There seemed to be a beating war drum in my ears, and the world was so fast, so fast that my heart was beating at a rate of one hundred and twenty times per second.

However, he was not in some illusory game or dream, but in a real forest.

In the dark, a man of about 30 years old is dressed in a retro leather suit, like an exorcist in the West who catches vampires. He was armed with a carved brown rifle with gold patterns, and hid behind the trunk of a tree that was just thick enough for a man to hide.

The man cautiously poked his head out of the shadows, observing the rumbling but eerie space. Because somewhere around this pitch darkness, there is another shadow hidden.

Demon slayer, this is the name of the profession, and it is also a title that he is very proud of. The reason why he came here late at night was because he received a bounty and knew that a bloodthirsty bat demon with strange movements might haunt this vicinity, so he came to hunt and kill him.

This kind of work is not much different from that of a bounty hunter, but it has more than a sense of responsibility and protection than a bounty hunter. But what he never expected was that although he was super lucky to find the bat demon according to the clues, it was difficult to subdue it, or rather, after the encounter, he was willing or unwilling to fight a guerrilla war that dragged people to death.

He wanted to kill the bat demon, and the bat demon wanted to kill him—to eradicate the humans who found its tracks. Moreover, this bat demon is strong and agile, and with this situation, this scene actually made him gradually feel a little scared.

"Wang Ang, the thirteenth rule of the demon exterminator, when the demon exterminator falls into a protracted war, he is afraid that one side will die. You were so silent when you were promoted to the written exam, and now you really ran into it, but don't respond to unlucky words. The man named Wang Ang controlled his rapid breathing, his brows tightly knit in his heart.

The excitement of encountering rare yokai when playing the game "Pokemon" of this era gradually fades away, and is replaced by darkness and fear of the unknown around you. He suddenly regretted that he had come too recklessly, and the urge to urinate came up at an inopportune time, forcing him to think wildly.

The sound of the wind was like a terrible soul roaring, and in the blind corner of Wang Laoer's sight, a huge black shadow floated out silently from the canopy of the trembling branches of the flowers and branches beaten by the wind and rain, and stuck to the other side of the trunk where Wang Laoer was hiding like a cat;

"Ahh Just in time, as if inadvertently supervised by the goddess of fate, he dodged this deadly attack.

"Damn!" the old queen realized, fortunately, the reflex nerves that had been trained for many years had not failed her.

He moved away from the trunk behind him with a sharp roll forward, and then took advantage of the situation to take the gun on the ground, so fast that without the slightest pause, the slam shot hit the claw that stretched out before.

However, the shadow of the claws that had sent chills down his spine before was gone, and the shadows on the edge of the trunk did not move in the slightest, making him wonder if there was anything behind it. He stared intently at the trunk of the tree, as if he wanted to see through the wood and look directly at the ghostly beast pupils of the bat demon.

"Cut! is locked in position, it looks like something...... Ultrasound?" thought to himself, "such a perfect sneak attack was unsuccessful, and it seems that the goddess of fate is indeed on my side." The half-aged man with a thin beard on his chin had a winning smile on his face, and at this moment, his heart was filled with endless courage, as if he had no worries about letting go.

His large, calloused hands quickly pulled out a goggle from the holster around his waist and put it back on. Then, as fast as lightning, the hand that had just fallen threw an object straight at it and smashed it on the ground near the trunk of the tree.

Suddenly, a blinding white light exploded, and a black shadow reflexively popped out from behind the trunk.

He pulled the trigger with his gun, and the moment the green smoke escaped, the shadow seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and he writhed his body in pain and quickly escaped into the shadows between trees and leaves.

"It's so easy to understand the same ultrasound as the habit, and the fear of light as the habit. "He is completely in combat mode, his brain is highly calm, his concentration is extreme, and his marksmanship is fast and accurate. He walked slowly, lightly, step by step towards the canopy where the bat demon was hiding.

Behind the thick foliage, between the staggered branches, the bat demon's broad blood-colored membrane wings hung down with gravity, and in the middle of it was a fist-sized hole—corroded by the silver bullet of exorcism fired from the special rifle. On the head of a bat the size of a human head, a hungry and resentful look shot out.

Light and fast, in a few breaths, the old king had quietly approached the canopy where the bat demon was hiding. At the moment when Lao Wang was about to lift the canopy into his range, the canopy burst, and the black leaves scattered in the dark, and a black shadow shot out in the direction of Lao Wang!

The huge wings were fully spread and were three meters wide, obscuring most of Lao Wang's vision at once.

There was no panic in shooting, he just retreated sideways and ducked behind the calculated nearest tree trunk. I only heard the harsh grinding sound of rubbing, sawdust flew sideways, leaving three deep claw marks on the trunk, only half a palm's distance from the man.

The attack of the bat demon was far from over, and after missing a blow, it gave up the tactic of hide and seek, and began to move rapidly from front to back, left and right, sometimes drawing circles and sometimes drawing squares! The huge body was extremely dexterous and shuttled between one tree trunk and canopy after another, and for a time the afterimages were dense, the fallen leaves were flying, and the wind and rain were blowing, so that there was a sense of omnipotence from heaven to earth.

The branches crackled and snapped, the fallen leaves were swept up by the storm, and in front of the man who had removed his goggles, the figure of the bat demon, which was almost too close to be seen, became even more blurred.

From which direction will it attack next time? Left and right? It stopped? The force of its wings suddenly increased? The longer the time dragged on, the more countless thoughts would occupy the originally calm brain, and no matter how long it was, it would be impossible for the chaotic human beings to dodge the next fatal attack!

However, before the bat demon attacked, Lao Wang dodged and threw a spear diagonally above the right, and what gave back to him was the joyful sound of the bullet entering the flesh and the sudden slowing down of the bat demon.

Hit!

The silver bullet hit the thigh of the bat demon, embedded between the two bones, and quickly showed its power to restrain the monster, and the round bullet hole expanded several times at once, and the white bones of the forest could be seen.

Lao Wang quickly raised his hand, pushed and pulled, and a long bullet casing flew out. Reloading at the speed of a soldier, followed by another shot, which hit the long bone of the top of the Membrane Wing, which was already injured.

The bat demon lost its balance in an instant, and tilted its head to hit the tree next to it by inertia. Pop, four or five bullet casings landed on the wet mud ground one after another, and the bat demon who was unable to quickly adjust his flight because he hit the tree was justified by his limbs and torso who ate these four or five shots.

"Zh!" the bat demon let out a terrible roar from its terrifying mouth full of sharp teeth. It burst against the trajectory, and behind it was a cloud of bark debris that was shattered, and its slender arms and five-fingered claws broke through the wind and rain and arrived in front of the old king's door in the blink of an eye.

Take a step back, draw a short knife in your left hand to block, use your strength to fight, and rotate and translate your toes. Then, in a slightly backward posture with complete body coordination, the man's right hand swung to a perfect angle, and the black muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed straight at the bat demon's open mouth after the sudden stop and turn.

Bang! Poof! Looking down at the huge body of the old king, it was violently tilted up, and was carried backwards by the huge force at ultra-close range, and it fell to the ground with a splash of mud. The bat demon didn't unexpectedly struggle again, and the battle was over.

It ended in a puddle of mud, just like its humble life.

"Sure enough, when I know that fate is on my side, you will never win. At this moment, the proud face of the spring breeze is quite handsome against the backdrop of the shadows, but the corners of Lao Wang's mouth are gone, and the smug expression can't stop.

He whistled and hummed a little tune, took a few steps and bent down to examine his booty. There is no need to mend the gun, because with the power of the silver bullet from the diagonal down through the mouth to the head, the bat demon is killed with one blow, he has been playing with guns for ten years, and it is not the same as the young man who will miss the target with his fist.

He stroked the bat demon's forehead with his hand, and before he could make any other movements, a sharp pain suddenly swept from his wrist! Bright red arterial blood gushed out like a fountain, and he was dazzled by pain, thinking it was an illusion.

"Ahh

"No...... Don't ......" The originally fallen body was once again condescending, Lao Wang's pupils contracted violently, desperate fear broke through his eyeballs, and he still had a little survival instinct left, which drove his left hand to touch the spear on the ground.

The fangs of the "click" tore through the neck and rubbed against the bones, and from the neck, you could feel a huge amount of blood being continuously sucked from the two fingertips-sized holes. Dizziness, exhaustion. He couldn't figure out why the bat demon was still alive after eating this shot, and what was even more terrifying was that he was going to die.

"Ah......h

The face that outlines the skull, and the dense ribs of the septum all indicate an end - he has become a lifeless corpse.

"Grunt", the huge bat head sucked greedily, and the person in the arms was already so light that people wondered if the bone marrow had been sucked away.

The rain stopped and the wind was quiet, the dark clouds were far away, and the desolate moonlight splashed on the bat demon's body, and its figure, which had been in the dark, was completely exposed.

He is more than two meters tall, with a large bat head on muscular shoulders, and slender and powerful arms and thighs. Its knee-high membranous wings had been regenerated perfectly by drinking blood, its black and red iron skin looked particularly terrifying and evil in the cold moonlight, and its slightly curved sharp teeth had just been feasted, with a clear white and bright red color.

"Fate stands by your side? Ridiculous! The last thing this demon doesn't believe in is fate!" The bat demon's throat moved, and he actually spoke. He grinned contemptuously, wickedly. Phew! A dark shadow flew out of its mouth and embedded itself in the ground.

Seen by the moonlight, it was a bronze mirror with a simple carved round frame. The mirrored back frame was pierced by a finger-long silver bullet, and the crack was radially snaking open. It is not difficult to understand that it was this little thing that lay in the mouth of the bat demon earlier, blocking this shot that should have been fatal.

What a game of suspended animation.

The bat demon grabbed Lao Wang's shriveled corpse and stretched its wings away with its newborn blood-colored membrane wings. And behind its departure, paved by the moonlight, the change took on a strange path—a straight road, with sparse leaf shadows on the road, leading to the depths of the deep dense forest. And the bronze mirror that had become a waste actually began to move slowly on that moon road.

After the rising sun tomorrow, this mountain that is not deserted will be filled with the breath of people, and the breath will continue to be the breath of yesterday, endlessly. It's just that the souls of the dead caught under the moonlit night will sink forever in ruins.